An inky summer night in the high Sierras, firelight illuminating the ancient pines, the span of the Milky Way, and a Perseid zipping by top left corner.
The incredible dimension of this image staggers. The starlight is reaching us from fires that burned millions of years ago, after crossing an unimaginable distance of space, the fiery streak of a passing stone in the upper atmosphere, and the terrestrial trees bathed in light from the fire below, made from their own cast off branches. All the while the planet below slowly spins, progressively moving the set of stars past our eyes, imperceptibly, yet certainly as it has done for all the eons humankind has been awake. Sublime, yet somehow sobering when you think of it all.
I think I've had one too many coffees this morning.